Just had my first stick driving lesson (#57 on the list). We started off with K driving and me “listening to the engine” as he changed gears. He said I need to make sure I have my foot on the clutch when I change gears and I asked, “Is the clutch the brake?” He looked at me with a mixture of amazement and horror and said, “Are you serious?”
Unfortunately, I was. The knowledge that there are three pedals blew my mind. I mistakenly thought that driving a stick was the same as an automatic with the exception of the tricky gear changer. For not the first (and I’m sure not the last) time in my life, I wondered, how did I get to the age of 24 without knowing this? I was still suspicious about the number of pedals until I got in the driver’s seat and saw it with my own eyes. You have to use your left foot at the same time as your right foot?! Good gravy, what have I gotten myself into.
After about an hour or so of practicing (i.e., bunny hopping and stalling) in a semi-empty parking lot, we decided I should give it a go on some streets near K’s house where there isn’t much traffic.
I went around the block once but then decided that was enough for one day (probably to K’s relief!) When I got out of the car, my knees were shaking. But I also felt invigorated. K says that I am off to a good start.
I am also making progress on #39 (write a fiction book) and #45 (complete the 52 books in 52 weeks challenge). I started working on #39 today and it feels great to be writing for fun again.
I am over halfway through on my week one book for #45. I chose to read “Death Comes to Pemberley” by P. D. James. This was a Christmas present from my parents…two years ago. This thing called grad school consumed my life the past year so I didn’t have time (or make time, perhaps) for fiction reading. I am really happy to be getting back into it, though. A couple times this morning while reading, I laughed out loud and then had to read K the passage aloud.
My heart has finally stopped racing after my driving lesson. 😉 It ended up being a lot more nerve-racking than I thought it would be! But it was exciting as well. I’m glad that I had such a great teacher. K was very patient and calm the whole time (while I freaked out). Does anyone have any funny stories about learning to drive a stick? I’d love to hear them.